FUCKING rant
So, you know about my neighbors. The loud ones. The ones we've been struggling with for a goodly while now. The ones I thought were gone because we finally got a citation on them.
Well, that didn't happen. Once more, the nameless master on high at Riverbend East decided we didn't have rock-solid, dudes in their faces with the bass on destroy proof, so they "couldn't do anything about it." The officer wasn't present during the noise violation, so that was their reasoning. Whatever.
Well, Laurie tells Anna days after this that the guys want to have a meeting with us to talk about everything.
First of all, before I go any further, WHAT THE FUCK EVER. Jesus Christ. We've tried to communicate to these guys in EVERY civil way possible to KEEP YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SHIT TURNED DOWN and they didn't. We have to get the COPS out here and THEN. THENNNNN they want to listen and discuss. What the fuck ever. What the hell is there to say? You're loud. Turn it down. We will call the cops again if we have to. That's fucking it. We shouldn't even have to do this! Why meet!? What the hell could it possibly change or solve?
Anyway. A week and a half passes. Almost two weeks and no sign from the guys. They don't come by, they don't show, nothing. Laurie, on the day she told Anna about all this, that the guys would come by that day or the next. THEY FUCKING SHOW UP TONIGHT. AT 12:20 AM. What in the flaming FUCK could you possibly expect us to do past MIDNIGHT? These fuckers continue to piss me off. I knock on Anna's door and ask Richard if he heard them. They're still at the door. They knock three times each time they knock. Slower knocking each time. Whatever. Stand out there. If you think I want to get into this shit NOW, you're better off just standing in the cold, bud.
I just do not get these people. How can you be THAT immature, THAT discourteous? And you think we want to meet with you NOW? After we've been forced to exhaust EVERY recourse except law enforcement? That better be one hell of an olive branch you tug into the meeting. And you better bring that shit in way before I even think about going there. Fucking leave me some donuts on the hood of my car with an apology letter, then I'll know your mature enough to talk AND listen.
Well, that didn't happen. Once more, the nameless master on high at Riverbend East decided we didn't have rock-solid, dudes in their faces with the bass on destroy proof, so they "couldn't do anything about it." The officer wasn't present during the noise violation, so that was their reasoning. Whatever.
Well, Laurie tells Anna days after this that the guys want to have a meeting with us to talk about everything.
First of all, before I go any further, WHAT THE FUCK EVER. Jesus Christ. We've tried to communicate to these guys in EVERY civil way possible to KEEP YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SHIT TURNED DOWN and they didn't. We have to get the COPS out here and THEN. THENNNNN they want to listen and discuss. What the fuck ever. What the hell is there to say? You're loud. Turn it down. We will call the cops again if we have to. That's fucking it. We shouldn't even have to do this! Why meet!? What the hell could it possibly change or solve?
Anyway. A week and a half passes. Almost two weeks and no sign from the guys. They don't come by, they don't show, nothing. Laurie, on the day she told Anna about all this, that the guys would come by that day or the next. THEY FUCKING SHOW UP TONIGHT. AT 12:20 AM. What in the flaming FUCK could you possibly expect us to do past MIDNIGHT? These fuckers continue to piss me off. I knock on Anna's door and ask Richard if he heard them. They're still at the door. They knock three times each time they knock. Slower knocking each time. Whatever. Stand out there. If you think I want to get into this shit NOW, you're better off just standing in the cold, bud.
I just do not get these people. How can you be THAT immature, THAT discourteous? And you think we want to meet with you NOW? After we've been forced to exhaust EVERY recourse except law enforcement? That better be one hell of an olive branch you tug into the meeting. And you better bring that shit in way before I even think about going there. Fucking leave me some donuts on the hood of my car with an apology letter, then I'll know your mature enough to talk AND listen.